Spurred on by the recent exploits of gun Aussie divers taking out our top line trophy game fish – red pigfish, bluefish and the undisputed trophy of trophies.. blue morwong our intrepid travellers Michelin Man and Snoop bravely headed 3.5 hours north to the tranquil waters of Matheson’s Bay Snoop headed south, the easterly swell making snooping unpleasant, and only revealing a couple of lesser table fish – Red Snapper. Moving to a rocky outcrop 50m off the coast and braving the “yucky swells” Snoop managed to stuff up on an approach a 7kg model sitting head into current 10m ahead and below off a ledge. He had to settle for a couple of lesser fish and a crayfish/prawn deemed not worthy of photography But this story is about Michelin Man. Battling the building swell, he opted for mega-burleys – only resulting in snapper to 3kg. A pleasing result though he had opted for his 1.5m RA Polespear after offloading his troublesome 1.3m speargun to Merby. His Master – the Snapper Whisperererer (read “excessive burleyer”) had gotten into his ears about “losing the thrill” or some other esoteric John Denver lyrics about making it harder to get fish for the sake of it. Finally, after two years he’d made the call, and using the short 1.5m RA Polespear made the kills, although only Red Snapper, all the sweeter. Returning from a fruitless snoop – he noticed the tell-tail white pectoral glint of a large Morwong under a ledge a few metres ahead of him. Duck-diving to close the distance to the necessary 30cm to place a holding shot. Rising to the surface he chastised himself for having foolishly taken a stinky large Red Snapper. Gutted. Moving back to the burley earlier he peered, still disappointed, over the ledge and couldn’t believe it. A Blue Morwong, and a trophy fish at that. At first cautious, Michelin used all his Jedi powers to “whisper in” the Morwong. Maintaining his position on the ledge and extraordinary breath hold he gently toggled the spear-tip flopper in the sunlight. Slowly, the Morwong turned, and then charged toward Michelin. In shock Michelin drew back but not before accidentally impaling the Morwong, which threw him, his rig and floatline of the ledge. Racing to the surface, he spinning he played the floatline gingerly, drawing the big bull of a fish off the reef, dispatching it before any further damage occurred. Irrefutable proof that if you want a trophy fish, and put in the hours, you too can have a Morwong - Snoop